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this damn season - yeonbin

A cold chill running down his spine made Soobin open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the white veil of snow covering the familiar driveway through the window.

Realizing where he was, he cuddled further into the blanket, mindful of the warm naked body sleeping next to him.

With a deep sigh he started thinking back to the prior night.

He was back home after months of being away for college.

After being smothered in hugs and forced to eat an unhealthy amount of food, he put his coat on and went for a walk.

It was freezing, but he enjoyed the peace and quiet. Life in Seoul could get too begging sometimes, so he was glad to have these small breaks from time to time.

His feet mindlessly brought him to their spot, the old playground by the school.

A small smile graced his face at the memories the place holds, but it was a bitter one. A reminder of what he gave up on.

"You didn't tell me you were back."

He turned around with a small gasp when he heard that damn familiar voice.

He ended up seeing the last person he wanted to see.

Yeonjun took small steps towards him.

"I could say you're avoiding me," he said with a playful smile next.

"I wasn't, I just got back today..."

The older just hummed in response.

"H-How have you been hyung?"

At that, Yeonjun let out a loud chuckle.

"C'mon Soobinnie, we have history, you don't have to be so awkward around me."

"Or what did you forget about us?"

Now Yeonjun was right in front of him, and as much as Soobin tried to ignore it his heart was longing for the older boy.

"Hyung...please...I—"

"Let me guess, you're sorry ?"

At that Soobin closed his mouth shut.

"Sorry for giving up on us? Sorry for not turning back while I watched you leave?" His voice was as cold as the snow around them.

"Hyung—"

"Soobin, I don't hate you for leaving...look at me," his voice was softer now. As if he was talking to a child.

Soobin started shaking his head. He was facing the ground with his eyes closed.

"Soobinnie look at me...please."

He couldn't. The guilt was eating him alive.

Yeonjun didn't seem to care about his inner turmoil and his cold hands reached for Soobin's face.

Now, Soobin was a weak man, and feeling Yeonjun's touch after so long made him crumble like a sand castle reached by the waves.